“Having breakfasted on the remainder of my turkey, and slaked my thirst at the bubbling stream, without further dread of panthers, I resumed my wayfaring with buoyant feelings. I again saw deer, but as usual running, running! I tried in vain to get a shot at them, and began to fear I never should. I was gazing with vexation after a herd in full scamper, when I was startled by a human voice. Turning round, I saw a man at a short distance from me in a hunting dress.
“‘What are you after, my lad?’ cried he.
“‘Those deer,’ replied I, pettishly: ‘but it seems as if they never stand still.’
“Upon that he burst out laughing. ‘Where are you from?’ said he.
“‘From Richmond.’
“‘What! In old Virginny?’
“‘The same.’
“‘And how on earth did you get here?’
“‘I landed at Green River from a broad-horn.
“‘And where are your companions?’